A Lonely Woman and Her VodkaA Poem by LetemdangleTitle speaks for itself.I see before me a wretched trap. Who's soul loafs until it's blight, like a quarry mined and scarified. It feeds itself from venom sacks, as hungry dogs might thirst for cunnilingus. It wrenches forth, swings at air pretending someone's actually there. Talon nails effect no blow, but poisons self like bee stings. The creature wakes but soul still sleeps. As venom quakes through her blood, Conscience silence, soul unkempt wrecks itself on Devil shoals. Vessel broken but complete it feeds again until she sleeps. © 2011 Letemdangle |
Stats
160 Views
1 Review Added on April 4, 2011 Last Updated on April 4, 2011 AuthorLetemdangleOttawa, CanadaAboutMy best achievement in life is never having killed anyone. My nickname is not to make you think I am morbid, I use it as a symbol of injustice. Let him dangle is a song about injustice from Elvis Cos.. more..Writing
|